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Jun 2014 · 572
how does your garden grow?
Vince Paige Jun 2014
petulant petunias,
rabid roses,
volatile violets,
i avert my gaze
and water the grass.

beautiful and not,
but very much so.
Sep 2013 · 533
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Vince Paige Sep 2013
they were not in my emails,
my chats, or the women
that i called friends.

they were in the secrets
you kept hidden and ex's
you rubbed in my face.
Vince Paige Aug 2013
son,
you will have success;
you will try and win;
you will start to rise;
and then you fall.

falling is your life;
rising up your choice.
life is a cycle
and you will fall.

you will have failures;
you will try and lose;
but if you despair;
then you will surely die.
lessons my father sort of taught me
Aug 2013 · 464
lois lane
Vince Paige Aug 2013
lois, i can not be your lover
because, there is a thin line
between hero and villain
when a woman is involved.
i can never compare
Vince Paige Aug 2013
son,
there are monsters in the world
that will seek you and strive to
get you when you least suspect.

but,
more fearsome are the demons
of your own creation, because
not only can they get you,
they know exactly where you are.
lessons my father sort of taught me
Vince Paige Aug 2013
is love an energy or a mental concept like time or space?*

she said, "my love is as boundless as the stars."
i said, "my love is not bounded by the speed of light."

she said, "my love is as deep as the ocean."
i said, "my love does not depend on points A or B."

she said, "my love is more powerful than the sun and shines much brighter."
i said, "my love is not subject to enthalpy or entropy."

she said, "i love you."
i said, "i love you more."
love is or it isn't, but it is always amusing to explore the spaces in between.
Aug 2013 · 792
adrift
Vince Paige Aug 2013
do not say it, express it*

my life in a moment has been
a momentarily lapse of reason.
my heart in this venture has been
a vexing vent into a loving treason.
my soul caught up betwixt has been
a bewitching of what makes "me".
my fate in mutation has been
a mutinous stranding at sea.
Apr 2013 · 397
keep on
Vince Paige Apr 2013
give and keep on giving
live but never living
to have suffered
and for others
to use that as
a reason to
keep on suffering

play and keep on playing
say but never saying
to have argued
use today's words
tomorrow to
keep on arguing

lie and keep on lying
cry but never crying
to have waited
for that someone
for that anyone
but tonight i
keep on waiting
it is what it is.
Nov 2012 · 512
dreams like me
Vince Paige Nov 2012
if you have dreams like me

you dream of running. you dream of being pursued. you run down paths created by flights and fancy. you hide in holes deep and dark. you can't run. you can't hide.

the creature that pursues you has an indomitable will and is fueled with a indeplenishable store of energy. it doesn't know fear. it doesn't show weakness. it doesn't tire.

it is knowable intellect against unknowable power. there is no winning.

when i wake, i know the runner is where i am. the pursuer is where i want to be.

i am fearful of the future and energized by the possibilities.

if you don't have dreams like me...

i am sorry.
i woke from a dream of being pursued with this thought on my mind.
Oct 2012 · 719
bottom
Vince Paige Oct 2012
i reached my limit and pushed it
to the edge and walked it
down to the river and drowned it

i found my noodle and baked it
in a *** and strained it
down in the toilet and lost it

you spoke my placement and meant it
to the word and said it
down to the bottom and killed it
Oct 2010 · 3.4k
speak sweetly, rose thorny
Vince Paige Oct 2010
Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.

Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.

Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
****, get out, look for another.
omegadrax 2010.
Jun 2010 · 808
kiss my mraz
Vince Paige Jun 2010
jason mraz
is not jazz
he is just a boy
with a toy
with a voice
but not my choice
i remember
i savor
the flavor
of the past
i am growing
old
let me sleep
silence
not a peep
enough
growing old hasn't nothing to do with age
but with the changing of the ages
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
bullshit and irony
Vince Paige Jun 2010
as i began to write,
i said to myself
"self...
don't write any
******* poems."

like trying not
to think of a
pink cow
once it is spoken aloud,

a ******* poem
sprang to mind.

i am sorry.

my muse
is a bovine
heavy with dung.
11:41 pm 6/21/2010

who needs an enema?
Jun 2010 · 594
walk on by
Vince Paige Jun 2010
forgive me.
as you walked by,
i took a quick
peek at your ***.
when you noticed
out of the corner
of your eye.
you turned as if
to say something.
when you did, i
couldn't help but stare
at you *******.
so nice and round.
you could see the
desire in my eyes.
you smiled.
you liked the attention.
i will see you tomorrow.
same time, same place.
a different tight skirt.
a different revealing shirt.
the same need for attention.
the same urge to give it.
10:16 AM 8/6/04

sometimes attention given is attention deserved
Jun 2010 · 554
thunder comes the night
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i walked swiftly as the rain fell,
and softly i heard my name.
i turned to see you standing there.
but I left you just the same.

you claim to love the falling rain
cleansing your beaten spirit.
the pain in your tears call to me
yet i can not go near it.

the darkness muffles hurried steps
i can bear my sin no more.
the rain chases a regretful man.
for a tender heart is torn.

i hear the screams build in your eyes.
i run with all my might.
because when you open your mouth,
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.
12:20 PM 6/21/04

there are two sides for every story. the one who breaks and the one who is broken.
Jun 2010 · 698
No Bodies
Vince Paige Jun 2010
Listen

Voices with no bodies

Power with no force

Work with no time

Do this

Do that

(Maybe)

I am done listening
9:23 AM 06/21/2010
Jun 2010 · 664
of teachers and students
Vince Paige Jun 2010
the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
(how i would long to
reach to you)
you must be strong
and stand tall
you dare not fall
give it your all
for there are those
that wish you harm
succumb not to charm
sound your alarm
danger is all around
it lurks in every corner
at every turn
(for you do i yearn)
listen and learn
for the weak feed on
your power
stand and watch them cower
stand and raise your tower
fend off barbarians from your gate
sweetness, before it's to late
the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
will be learned
wisdom to be earned
when it is me that
your spurn
08:26 AM 8/3/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i met her so to get her
to live her and to love her
my stars her and my sun her
with my charm i have won her

to breathe her and to seeth her
i chain her and i whip her
i mind her and i blind her
with leather i will bind her.

i use her and abuse her
i sleep her and i peep her
i watch her and i weep her
for i know i can't keep her.

i scream her and i dream her
to touch her is too much her
i fill her and i till her
for her death will i part her.
10:51 AM 6/28/04
Jun 2010 · 590
last word
Vince Paige Jun 2010
Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.

Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.

Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word.
06:25 AM 5/28/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
The wall must come down.
I am going to town to free James Brown,
But I will be back and that's a fact.

Mark did you fight at Jericho?
I was there. I was the wall
I swear. With the fingers
For you to look through.
What did you do? Did you spy?
With yon eye? What did you see?
Did she hold me tight?
All through the night?

My mind was elsewhere,
My mind was broken. Am I the token?
And you Mr. Boyd, tell Mr. Floyd
And those **** kids
To leave me alone. Throw me a bone.
The wall must come down.
06:27 AM 5/28/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i have a dream
you are lovely truly
dancing, laughing, shining mine
i am dreaming happy
you and me for all of time

i have a dream
we look to our future
children running, jumping, sharing
hearts beating together
giving, taking, loving, caring

i have a dream
i am your love and
you are my life
01:54 PM 2/9/05
Jun 2010 · 708
loneliness made easy
Vince Paige Jun 2010
an open window,
a television turned low,
twice-read books,
hot dogs over-cooked,
stale breeze blowing in,
lights turned dim,
mail thrice-read,
an unmade bed,
a roommate with no key,
another lost in poetry
01:19 PM 2/13/05
Jun 2010 · 1.2k
godaiku
Vince Paige Jun 2010
a voice whispers 'hide...'
godzilla comes out this night
he will break your heart.
03:19 PM 10/7/06

a haiku for my favorite monster godzilla
Jun 2010 · 841
godzonnet
Vince Paige Jun 2010
from the sea, a mighty beast arises,
with eyes for un-civilized destruction.
thermo-nuclear powered surprises,
raining pain and death's dark function.

across the land, godzilla rages on,
deaf to the screams of those trampled below.
mortal man does weep that their age is gone,
their buildings burn with ample glow.

from the sky, mortal man's jets fly and scream
as bursts of flame cut throw them like butter.
all that mortal man has become and dreams
is charred and laying in the gutter.

so, as the old man weeps his end grown near,
the young man rushes to the streets with cheer.
03:11 PM 10/7/06

a sonnet for my favorite monster godzilla
Jun 2010 · 946
redemption
Vince Paige Jun 2010
there is redemption for me
in the eyes of heaven
looking down from the clouds
at a man of broken dirt
i raise my hands in supplication
so filthy and so frail,
grit and grime between my fingers,
sweat and tears on my face,
the agony of a soul in need,
pleasing and pleading, i have nowhere else to turn.
welcome me home and take me in.
hold me close and wipe my face.
tell me everything will be all better.
tell me there is no need to worry.
tell me i am forgiven.
11:58 PM 8/26/04
Jun 2010 · 2.0k
changeling
Vince Paige Jun 2010
shape
i shrug off my current form
like a
never-ending
flowing river
constantly
moving forward never seeing
the same
scenery twice
skin color changing
driving to colors un-dreamt of
me
a moving changing shape
moving in an
insane
world
11:20 PM 2/4/05
Jun 2010 · 673
house oblivion
Vince Paige Jun 2010
my hopes, my dreams
all that it seems
has fallen over the edge

turn around now
don't be the cow
that looks over the ledge

i am down here
ever-mind, ever-clear
ever oblivion true

turn around now
don't be the cow
that falls down here too.
10:00 PM 2/11/05
Jun 2010 · 1.6k
pig
Vince Paige Jun 2010
pig
the whole pig is but a part of me
as i am but a part of you
i have devoured it and consumed it
completely. you have me.
i have relished in its death
and basked in its life as it
seeped onto parched earth.
i smile while it squeals.
how it sounds so human.
do you hear me squealing?
as my heart is rent in two
and piece by piece is swallowed.
as my soul is ripped from me
and piece by piece is swallowed.
mmmm...little pig tasted so good.
how i enjoyed it.
ribs were so tender and
came easily from the bone.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
pork chop was pink to the center,
plump and required a knife to sever.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
sausage, two in number, sliced in twain.
red, and spicy, and oh...so delicious.
you huff and puff
to blow my house down.
08:27 PM 9/2/04
Jun 2010 · 961
forgive me
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i have a feeling and whenever i get this feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the voices are chit chit chattering
telling me telling me, bit bit battering
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

i can't stop the voices, i can't stop the feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the feeling is bad and i deserve it most true
the feeling is deserved, so i do what i must do
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

pain is my middle, my first and last name
the more whish whish whispers tell me the same
i can't help but feel the way that i do
the pain is something i must share with you
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

the words, the thoughts, the senses are failing
the voices are truth-stakes my heart impaling
i know not to whom to turn when i am confused
the voices are pain-death-smell infused
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say
12:42 AM 2/6/05
Jun 2010 · 1.6k
heineken
Vince Paige Jun 2010
where are you when i need you most?
when the day has reached it's twilight
and the bitter night creeps through my house.
the pitter-patter of little feet has become
the stimpy-stomping of little monsters.
the chitter-chatter of nig-nig-nagging
is constant in my ear.
oh, heineken, heineken, heineken.
were you but a woman, i would flee this world
and steal you away as paris took helen.
we would spend day and night in each other's embrace.
i would sing praises and songs in your honor
and the world would stand back and marvel
at the love between us.
but, you are not a woman, but still i long for
the feel of your firmness in my hand,
your wondrous good taste chasing worry away.
i would drink you and all of your companions
and dance/prance/stumble to the bathroom
as if in heaven.
the pitter-patter would turn to clinking of bottles.
the chitter-chatter would turn to clicking of caps.
but alas, i am merely dreaming and sober.
and tonight you are in the hands of another.
tomorrow, i will venture and seek you out.
oh heineken, you will soon be mine.
mine all mine, the world will tremble with my
drunken laughter.
05:10 PM 6/24/04
Jun 2010 · 912
kitchen
Vince Paige Jun 2010
I was sleeping
And like a victim two seconds unaware
I was smiling
I was dreaming

I heard a crying
And like a father I was moving
I was running
You were creeping

I heard a splashing
Much like some children playing
I wasn’t laughing
You were spreading

You splashed and crashed
And poured in all of my crevices
You spread and I was dead
On the inside, You are the nemesis

And you would have laughed
If you had a voice and lips
To smile while I cried.

I was sleeping
And like a victim left for dead
I stopped breathing
While you were creeping
11:02 AM 6/1/04
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
pillows
Vince Paige Jun 2010
mounds profounds
deep thoughts of your *******.
the big ones, the best ones
but never itty-bitties.

a handful, a mouthful
i love to touch.
all day, every day
is never too much.

pleading and pleading
don't tell me no.
pleasing and pleasing
rub fast and rub slow.

your *****, your bust
your ******, your ****.
the jiggling and wiggling
is always a treat.

your front, your fun-pillows
your melons, your chest.
the shaking and quaking
is always the best.

you are causing a tremor
an earthquake in my pants.
come a little closer
because mr. happy needs a chance.
08:11 AM 6/25/04
Jun 2010 · 12.7k
seashells
Vince Paige Jun 2010
when i was a boy,
i collected seashells.
i had the most beautiful collection
when i was a boy.

i dreamt of seashells
and what i dreamt was beside
me every morning of everday
when i was a boy.

i had red ones and blue ones
white ones and rounds ones
ones of beauty and of majesty
when i was a boy.

the world marvelled at my collection
the world coveted my collection
i had the most beautiful seashell collection
when i was a boy.

one day i looked out through a window
and saw a boy walking along the beach
he picked up the plainest of seashells
and smiled
i raged and raged and raged
for forty days and forty nights
i raged
when i was a boy.
07:56 PM 12/7/04
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
cherry pie
Vince Paige Jun 2010
on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.
grab my stick,
point to the sky.
look at my **** to
poke you in the eye.
pull out my ***** to
poke you in the pie.
hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...
cherry ******' pie.

on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.
01:48 PM 1/5/05
Jun 2010 · 766
something else
Vince Paige Jun 2010
responding to your email is like
telling you that i love you.
it is hard and i can never
get the words just right
i am sitting here looking at
your brief little note
your brief little message
your brief little touch and
warm caress of the soul
reading your email is like
hearing you say that you love me.
so i look away. i close my browser.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i need you.
it is wrong and i can't seem
to get you out of my mind.
i am sitting here staring at
my unopened browser
my unopened heart
my unopened touch and
warm caress of your soul
speaking my mind is like
condemning a guilty man to death.
so deserved. so true.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i want you.
my mind, my soul, my heart
burns with insatiable longing.
i am sitting here dreaming of
the last time that i saw you
the last time that i heard you
the last time that i felt your
warm caress of my soul.
admitting the truth is like
a dull-edged knife cutting to my core.
i am so wrong. i am so silent.
i try to think of something else.
12:44 PM 1/11/05
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i have been the man that's lived divided
that has put you high upon a dusty shelf
i am now that selfsame man fully chided
that has noone to blame but himself
now that i have seen the errors of my way
i am failing to think of ways to amend.
now that in my lonely bed i often lay
i am failing to think of ways to defend.
i love with all my heart and all my soul
and regret that i have waited so long to see
making you happy is now my only goal
and proving to you my eternal loyalty

so as i feel as though you i don't deserve
you love me freely, fully, and without reserve.
01:26 PM 3/19/05
Vince Paige Jun 2010
tonight i set myself on the path of truth
to be the man that you've always needed
let us go back to the days of our youth
as i treat you as you are meant to be treated
tonight i set myself on the path of love
to be the man that you've always wanted
driven by a spirit and power from above
to exorcise mental ghosts that have haunted
tonight i set myself on the path of devotion
to you and only you, i recommit my heart
let us hold each other and move in slow motion
in a never-ending quest for a fresh start

and as i put myself on this path where i belong
i see that you have been waiting here all along
03:07 AM 3/20/05
Jun 2010 · 6.1k
definition of a man
Vince Paige Jun 2010
a man is born with a *****, testicles, and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

a Man lives by a masculine code that revolves around the physical, the mental, and the spiritual. a Man is committed to himself above all else. this may sound selfish, but it isn't. a Man not only puts himself on high, but connects himself mind, body, and soul to the physical, mental, and the spiritual. everything that he connects to himself becomes himself. a Man does not distinguish between the his own flesh and the flesh of his children. a Man does not distinguish between his mind and the mind's of those in his inner circle. a Man does not distinguish between his will and the will of his god. a Man is power. he is the generator. those that he has allowed to plug into his world are empowered by him. they come into his presence and feel better for it. a Man changes lives. a Man understands the trinity of justice, mercy, and charity. a Man is not afraid to give to those as they deserve. he looks with fair eyes and does not slow his hand or slow its speed. a Man is not cold enough to be alien to compassion. he can see to the heart of matters and look past the easy answers. when others will marvel at his wisdom and praise his mercy. he will only think 'as it should be'. a Man is not without the ability to go beyond. he can look to the future. help those that need it, sometimes before they need it. anticipation and preparedness are the weapons of the Man. stoic strength is his shield. a Man is not without weakness. he understands his weaknesses, but is not victim to them. he may succumb to them, but as a master of justice, he steels himself for the price he must pay. weakness must be addressed and turned to strength. as a Man fears, he must stand up and face it. as a Man despairs, he must turn it aside. when a Man fails, all that have plugged into his power will fail. when a Man falls, families, nations, societies fall. when a Man falls, it is the duty of another Man to come to his aid. when Men stop aiding Men, they merely become men with penises and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

The Man is a Man that all other Men fear and long to be. He is the one that Men plug into. Some Men see that as a sign of weakness and rebel, but The Man signs paychecks and feeds families. who will topple The Man?
12:21 AM 5/8/05
Jun 2010 · 704
godlike
Vince Paige Jun 2010
God,
bigger and/or/but smaller,
shorter and/or/but taller,
a lot less spiritual,
a lot more habitual,
very much more fleshed out,
very much more a clout,
same soul,
a drop in his bowl,
is
more and/or/but less,
me.
12:13 AM 6/12/04
Jun 2010 · 2.2k
jack and the beanstalk
Vince Paige Jun 2010
it's not like a finger
it's more like an arm
i am not a mod *******
but i do have my charm

will take you by hand or
by foot if i hafta
but i'm going down south
and make you cry 'fasta'

what nobody sees,
nobody will repeat
we can do this quick
and must be discrete

darlin', your intelligent and
i love to hear you talk
but today my name is jack
and here's my beanstalk

the more you poke at it
the more it will grow
the more i poke with it
the more you will know

grab ahold tight
and don't let go
because this moby is wild
and ready to blow

sweetheart, i love you
and now that you know
thanks for the good times
but ***** you gotta go
10:49 AM 6/23/04
Jun 2010 · 1.4k
bastard
Vince Paige Jun 2010
mister master
sister slapped her
grabbed your ***
faster faster

broken plaster
alabaster
poked your ****
faster faster

ester asked her
my disaster
grinning grins
faster faster

blister blaster
such a *******
smacked your mom
and faster faster

flushed her flashed her
dropped my pants sir
kiss my ***
faster faster
10:56 AM 6/22/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i passed from waking to slumber unbidden
and walked down paths untrodden.
i leapt and danced to music unheard
only to stop in your presence.

don't take this away from me.
don't make me go back.
don't silence the beauty of my soul.
don't try to understand.

for if dreams die i am soon to follow.
10:58 PM 5/27/04
Jun 2010 · 563
god
Vince Paige Jun 2010
god
nothingness, a shade of grey.
what shall i do today?
i will watch the grass grow
and listen to the ants play.
ask the whales what they know
and mold a man out of clay.
change the oceans flow
and roll around in the hay.
illuminate with a golden glow
and make some sinners pay.
no...i know what is best,
it's the sabbath,
i'll just sit around and rest.
10:57 PM 5/27/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
you were at my side
and i at yours.
we conquered the world and
took no prisoners.
we were slave to the other's
will and masters to the other's
heart.
we flowed.
we were one.
we loved and lived.
i gave and did everything i could.
not enough.
never enough.
i had to let you go.
09:34 PM 5/27/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
i watch you tossing from a shadowed doorway.
hand by face, a silent moan, a dream forever hidden upon awaking.
drinking to quench a thirst, but never slaking.

i long to be the direction of your dreams and
wait for you at your journey's end.

i watch your breathing, from close by. i hear your heartbeat,
i feel your heat. i lay by your side pulling close to your slumbering outline
hoping that the smile on your face is of my design.

i long to be the direction of your dreams and
wait for you at your journey's end.

i watch you sleeping and wonder how your dreams progress.
a smile, silent laugh, a dream flowing towards a raging river.
emotions unchecked. pleasure filled, waking you with a shiver.
09:31 PM 5/27/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
he prays that light will follow
the darkness. follow
the pain. follow.
he prays that hope will fill the hollow.
follow.
fill the empty hollow.

she looks at him so lost, so filled with sorrow.
so empty, so tragic,
'don't be so drastic'. sorrow.
tomorrow.

forever. eternal. internal. horror.
must sever. external. infernal. tomorrow.

he wakes. she sleeps.
he looks. he leaves.

she prays that light will follow
his darkness. follow
his pain. follow.
09:33 PM 5/27/04
Jun 2010 · 495
lessons in life
Vince Paige Jun 2010
don't work, don't get paid.
try to ****** or never get laid.
if you don't run, you won't get tired.
if you **** up, you will get fired.

don't start, never get done.
you better look or you'll never get one.
if you don't wash, you won't get clean.
if you go out, you will get seen.

don't exist, never will be.
try to watch or you will never see.
if you don't eat, you never will grow.
if you learn, you will finally know.

don't love, won't get burned.
don't stray or you will get turned.
if you don't hate, you will get far.
if you don't drive, you don't need a car.

don't dance, if you don't know the move.
don't sing, if you don't have the groove.
you can't advance unless you know the man.
just act, if you already have a plan.

don't die, won't miss the end.
try not to blink or you'll miss the bend.
don't marry, if you can't handle a wife.
do not stop or you'll miss your own life.
10:56 PM 5/27/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
Slow, slow and slower
I am. I am but a man
Of clay and of dirt.

Low, low and lower
I go. I go but I dream
Of clouds and rain.

Know, know I know of
My fate. My fate. My fate ends
In clay and in dirt
07:18 AM 5/25/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
Lightly, brightly come
My mind leaves the trodden path
And strolls with the clouds

Flowing, growing go
Above the tree-line I float
Chasing after stars

Singing, bringing hope
Planting seeds of rain, of life
To fall back on me
07:16 AM 5/25/04
Vince Paige Jun 2010
On a dusty path
I walk away from the sun
And into darkness

Standing by a tree
Avoiding falling moonlight
Whispering prayers

The beautiful stars
Giving light when I want none
Giving, while I take
07:14 AM 5/25/04
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